but don't neglect the sentiment I'll pedal my tricycle through the f-5 logistics of a twister Soaked in the religions of a nit-picker Chorus If I botched the operation
quarter million in ones Thunder storm in the body-tap, look what I've done Chump change, I make it rain for fun (wussup) [Chorus: Young Jeezy] Snow man
washers We beefing like BigMac's and Whoppers, at each other's throats like butterfly collars or Siamese twins joined at the medulla oblongata In a tuxedo Going to the opera
the rain (drippin) Impossible to maintain, momma so ashamed Good Lord, granddaddy probably tossin in his grave [Chorus] - fades out halfway [over Chorus
We beefing like BigMac's and Whoppers, at each other's throats like butterfly collars or Siamese twins joined at the medulla oblongata In a tuxedo Going to the opera
